Now, here Questions as usual. To be forgotten Now, always, forever and ever Poison only Nothing else, nothing more The days still move on and on, the same way they always did The world still spins around with apparently no drama, or sense of sin Same human made disasters Same emptiness filled up by ideologies and ghosts of nothing So fragile the mind, so unstable Somewhere, now In small things busy and concentrated Or simply relaxing after a night with friends, to breathe the sense of life and the joy of living Sipping a coffee while watching outside the window The world slowly waking up and entering the new day A new day Fog, a little bit Haze maybe The precious gift of a new season Your coffee still hot, the steam rising up in the air Circles and swirls encountering your eyes and your thoughts Your lips on the cup Your eyes staring at this painting of winter and life Your mind somewhere Far from here Comments are closed.
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AuthorStories and novels, stories and shades of words. Sapphire can be a voice, a whisper, a night talk. Colours in words, words merged and melted with pictures. Words as colours, words as shapes sometimes overlapping with the visual experience. A different way to see the world or, maybe, just the very same way using different tools and finding different paths. Archives
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